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Once in a Lifetime
Played By: Houdinimachine

Once in a Lifetime by Houdinimachine

TEAM: Solo Hero

SECTOR: LOWTOWN

KIT CLASS: Olympian

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Survival - 10 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 10
League Losses: 1
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 1
Total Wins: 10
Total Losses: 2
The Honorable Festering Ire - Win 16-7
Mr. Magic - Win 16-6
Maleus Malificarum - Win 13-7
L-7 Ultimaton - Win 12-8
Lord Worthington - Win 14-7
I-Smite-You-Now - Win 15-8
Nogard and Draco - Win 12-7
The Prosecutor - Win 13-7
Aleister Michaels - Loss 8-9
Frost Rats - Win 9-8
Dual Charity - Win 9-8
Greedcraft - Loss 22-23

Same as it ever was. That's the feeling you get after the rush. That's what you're left with and some of us can't deal with it. The... the sudden rush of courage. Of righteousness. It's easy to get addicted to it. All it takes is one hit.

That's why you see Khazan crawling day and night with normal Joes and Janes in home made costumes trying frantically to find a crime to stop and failing. The suicide rate of wannabes is astronomical compared to that of the next highest bracket of risk. It's gotten to the point that the moment you go out of your way to fight injustice, your life insurance broker starts looking at you funny waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even if it's as small as stopping a man from hitting his wife, you're labeled.

They're worried you're going to start jonesing for it. For the feeling that you aren't always a powerless member of the herd. Once you do, there's no hope for you. You either learn your lesson real quick, commit suicide, or die in the line of a duty you aren't equipped to handle.

How do I know? Because I'm in way over my goddamn head. I stopped a bank robber by karate chopping the back of his neck and taking his gun. Know what's fucking hilarious? I don't know any fucking karate. I was a CEO of a small tech company. What the hell made me do something as reckless as that? I don't know, but I've spent the past two years trying to recapture that feeling. Every time it's within my grasp, I can feel my teeth chattering with anticipation. It's the high of growing balls. Clubbing someone over the back of the head with a baseball bat of FUCKING JUSTICE is so goddamn exhilarating.

It's better than sex. I am powerful. I am the ALMIGHTY GOD and PROTECTOR of my flock. I am a fucking BAD ASS. God damn... I feel jittery just thinking about it. Only one problem. You know I mentioned I'm in way over my goddamn head? Yeah. This time I am. I'm surrounded by three guys with guns so big I'd be surprised if they had a single penis among them. It's one thing to crack a joke, but if I move one foot, I'm going to be missing vital sections of my body. I despise my ex wife, but she works for the coroner's office and I'd hate for her to have to scrape me off the wall into a bucket.

So I'm thinking I'm dead, right? That is, until I see a spark light up in one of the hostages' eyes. I know that spark. I feed off of it. I surprise one of the thugs with a knee to the groin. The hostage, showing the first signs of courage to come, whips her purse into a second thug, using the strap to ensnare the gun and rip it away from her victim. Oh yeah, this won't be her last time. She's too good. That leaves one frightened idiot left with wet stains running down the front of his pants. Welcome to the neighborhood, chump. The flock can fucking protect themselves.

 

Personality: Many days go by before you realize that you're just obsessed over a new high. By this time, you're in way too deep. You've managed to either get yourself maimed, killed, or... even worse. You'd be surprised just how easy it is to piss off criminals. The weak ones are the fuckers you have to watch. They're the ones who will go after your friends and family because they're too fucking afraid to stand up to you personally.

It's honestly enough to drive any sane man or woman off the ledge and into the deep end. Those of us hooked on the high have to find ways of dealing with it.

 

Strength:

 

 Supreme Superhuman strength.
Can bench press a skyscraper.		Agility:

 

Supreme This fighter can dodge and move
with superhuman fluidity.
Body:

 

Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester. 		Mind:

 

Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

Advances in Violence

  • Power: Weapons Creation
  • Level:Supreme
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
It's amazing what your average junkie will come up with to stand a chance in a fight. Most of us come from average family backgrounds and limited funds so you're not often going to see nuclear bombs thrown around, but the high tends to come so easily for those of us with at least a little bit of curiosity when it comes to weaponry and violence.

I'd say 75% of us have owned a handgun at one point in our lives. The other 25% probably built one from scratch. Me? Like I said... I'm a small tech company president. I've been tinkering, like most of us do, with some really messed up shit. Just the other day I turned a ham radio into a taser. I'm still not sure how I did it.

We all manage to get our hands on some really heavy stuff by the time we're really into this thing though. At least, those of us who survive. You can't stand a chance against the heavies if all you're packing is some anger issues and a shotgun. Sure, a rocket launcher takes away from the personal punch of shivving someone, but it sure as hell is a ton safer for you.

Kevlar is Man's Best Friend

  • Power: Body Armor
  • Level:Standard
  • Reinforced Defenses Defense blocks Armor Piercing attacks.
Fuck dogs. Kevlar is indeed your best friend. We're not Nexus for fuck's sake. If we were, we wouldn't be fucking around with baseball bats and cleavers. Most of us are able to afford your basic kevlar vest. It's enough to save our asses in most cases, and it doesn't restrict movement for those of us who actually have some form of skill in close combat.

I am NOT Dying like a Chump!

When you get into this life, you don't really think about the pain. After all, that first high is usually from a surprise attack which leaves you unharmed. When the criminals KNOW you're coming, you start to feel it.

I know what it feels like to be shot. I also know what it feels like to be bashed upside the head with a baseball bat. More importantly, I know what it feels like to be so fucking addicted to the rush of adrenaline and righteousness that I don't even STAGGER when they happen to me. It's a surprise at first, but eventually the pain fades as the anger rises. No one wants to go out like a chump wimpering and crying. Go out like a hero. That's what the high is all about.

Wrath of the Flock

We have a name for the high... Wrath. Don't get me wrong. We don't have clubhouses or meetings or anything lame like that. I don't think we're so self obsessed. No, we're just aware enough to realize when someone else has had the same experience as us. It's in the eyes. Wrath. Anger. Righteousness. Justice.

Wrath is everything to us. We worship it. We devote our lives to appeasing it. In many ways, it's worse than a drug. Yet, I wouldn't give it up. Not for the world. Nothing can stop me when I have Wrath on my side. Not even death.